A Kentucky fan used to amuse himself by scaring every Louisville fan he saw strutting down the street in the obnoxious "L" on his shirt. He would swerve his van as if to hit them, and then swerve back just missing them.
One day, while driving along, he saw a priest. He thought he would do a good deed, so he pulled over and asked the priest, "Where are you going Father?"
"I'm going to say Mass at St. Francis church about 2 miles down the road," replied the priest.
"Climb in, Father! I'll give you a lift!" The priest climbed into the rear passenger seat, and they continued down the road.
Suddenly, the driver saw a Louisville fan walking down the road, and he instinctively swerved as if to hit him. But, as usual, he swerved back into the road just in time.
Even though he was certain that he had missed the guy, he still heard a loud "THUD." Not understanding where the noise came from, he glanced in his mirrors but still didn't see anything.
He then remembered the priest, and he turned to the priest and said, "Sorry Father, I almost hit that Cardinal fan."
"That's OK," replied the priest, "I got him with the door."
A Kentucky fan used to amuse himself by scaring every Louisville fan he saw strutting down the street in the obnoxious "L" on his shirt. He would swerve his van as if to hit them, and then swerve back just missing them.
One day, while driving along, he saw a priest. He thought he would do a good deed, so he pulled over and asked the priest, "Where are you going Father?"
"I'm going to say Mass at St. Francis church about 2 miles down the road," replied the priest.
"Climb in, Father! I'll give you a lift!" The priest climbed into the rear passenger seat, and they continued down the road.
Suddenly, the driver saw a Louisville fan walking down the road, and he instinctively swerved as if to hit him. But, as usual, he swerved back into the road just in time.
Even though he was certain that he had missed the guy, he still heard a loud "THUD." Not understanding where the noise came from, he glanced in his mirrors but still didn't see anything.
He then remembered the priest, and he turned to the priest and said, "Sorry Father, I almost hit that Cardinal fan."
"That's OK," replied the priest, "I got him with the door."
No offense to you Bill, I love your picks. Its for people like me and all the others that beg you to post picks. We are the dummies who cant pick our own horses.
No offense taken man, if I dish it out, have to take it.
No offense to you Bill, I love your picks. Its for people like me and all the others that beg you to post picks. We are the dummies who cant pick our own horses.
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